From Flip Flops to Frostbite

So, it's very tough to leave 80 degree weather on the high seas in the Caribbean to come back to a winter that just won't move on. It almost cost me the cruise. Now it's chilling my toes. 

25 of March - SNOW?!

What a snowy mess this morning. Funny how this time no one closed their offices. I could use a snowquestration day!

Getting Back to Blogging...from Georgetown

Wow, it's been a while since last post. What inspired me to jump back in? Well that would be my first experience riding the G2 bus from Georgetown tonight. It was so loud - passengers screaming and laughing - I could barely concentrate on where to get off. P & 20th couldn't come fast enough. Off to take an Advil.

Thanks second day of spring. If it weren't for your wacky weather I probably would have walked home.

Going clamming?

Okay ladies, I know it's a fad, and it's a trend, but really, what is with all the Wellington boots?

Sure it is raining somewhat this morning, but we are not being flooded. Maybe you're going clamming on the way to work?

Unless you're Soledad O'Brien standing in knee high water in Battery Park because of a gloom and doom hurricane, I think the Wellies are a bit much.

I'm just saying.







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Week on the West Coast

Well, it's hard to believe a week on the west coast has come and gone. It was busy but beneficial. Now, I'm heading home.


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Westbound for a Week

Well, this week I'm heading out west. Mostly work, but not without at least one splash in the pool - so some play. How does that song go..."we'll be hanging from the edge of the Hollywood sign, tonight...tonight!" Well not quite, but a change of scenery and pace will do any man some good.

It will be good to be on the other coast for a while. Seems like DC is getting more tense and more toxic as we prepare to say goodbye to summer. Maybe it is the ever increasing spin cycle that fills our morning commutes and evening news with talk of debates and tea bags, I mean tea parties. Tea party, what used to conjure up images of little kids playing or an episode of expression in history...now leaves me exhausted. I wonder if my political barometer is sensing a change in the pressure.

Who knows? What I do know is I am not quite ready to talk of primaries and run offs and real clear politics. I'm not sure where the summer went, but I think we could all use a few more weekends at the beach or by the pool.

Maybe a few more late night strolls through the FDR looking out on all that reflects upon us in a tidal basin of fears. There is a King in our midst now. Maybe he will reminds us to let the ripples ride when a leaf of progress falls to the water. If only.

Till next time. Signing off from UAL flight 470, somewhere over the Midwest.


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Four Days Away, Keeps the Stressors at Bay

Get smart, get out of town. Politics and pandering were getting to be a little too much last week. So, I left town. I must have had a great escape, because I can't find my keys, or my badge, and my feet feel foreign in these shoes.


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